Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.